A/N: Characters not mine, all belong to Squaresoft.
A/N2: Based off Spirits by kurai illusion. I'll say it again: if you like this,
go read her fic~
rebirth of chaos
when's the test? for he
is impatient (understandable,
for he has never been a patient man)
right now. If he is ready, of course. he nods, as
they give him the details.
…tiamat. take from the dragon what she has.
bring it back (are you up to the task?). a nod.
(let's get this done and over with.)
as the fallen knight prepares, the sharpshooter
enjoys the feel of a reunion with old friends
(remember me?) puzzled, creased brow. and then the quick realisation.
(oh! phoebe!) she laughs.
search the ground with hyperion. look over there – what's that?
dark puddle glimmering without reflection
though the sun shines brightly on its black sruface.
a tentative touch, and his head spins, dizzily
as something pulls him in.
is this tiamat? the great dragon? he prepares hyperion
and strikes, strength in each great blow, but to no avail
(tiamat heals too fast) an angry dragon roar, and the retaliation.
he falls to the floor, pain coursing through him, and
reaches for the stone he picked up (can't die now)
barely grasping it, he flings it.
a thousand glowing pieces scatter in a shower of rock to the floor.
(it might be all over now. but I'll face my death bravely to the end)
he stares coldly at the great dragon, as a soft light glows gently
and spreads.
- wings?
this is the phoenix, and it spreads flaming wings aloft,
healing the man who lies bleeding on the ground (I'll help you)
energy turns hyperion red as he leaps, slicing the dragon …
and the cave quakes.
(tired.) as a roar echoes. (great. a hexadragon)
unenthusiastic noting, as he draws the gunblade
and the earth shakes, revealing tiamat. (you are worthy.)
a black sphere drops at his feet.
and someone, unknown, watches.
(two more to go. then..we will find our son.
ultimecia, we will find our son.)